Dang, today has been a long time coming. I started counting at one month. Thirty days. 720 hours. But I made it, and I just have to do a little bit of work and then I'm driving and then I'm back, with my friends and in person. I really cannot wait for the hugs and the snuggles and the back rubs and the laughing.
Only twelve hours to go.
But now I'm having irrational fears that I've made it this far but I'll get hit by a car or something today and not be able to go home. These fears are so dumb.
About Me
- Caroline
- I'm a college girl who is learning to navigate a kitchen and the real world at the same time. I've always been in love with languages and literature, and I've recently fallen in love with baking.
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